I looked in the mirror
And a reflection gazed back.
It was me.
But not the way I saw myself -
It was the way the mirror saw me.
The reflection threw back her head and laughed.
The sound reverberated through dark caves
And spilled a smothering fog about me.
“You’ve deceived yourself! ”
Now I walk through life with the memory of my reflection,
My true reflection, haunting me with the dreadful truth:
I am a sinner.
maybe i'll never read this poem again, but, just the same, i am sending it to MyPoemList. bri :)
well, fiona, i like this very much. and i enjoy the poet note as well, though i probably don't care TOO much how other people see me........as long as they don't tell lies about me or incorrectly interpret me. ok, i may deceive myself some, but i like the way i view myself for the most part, and don't want to work hard enough to correct my (few) bad qualities. my favorite line: Now I walk through life with the memory of my reflection, ... all the lines are good. and i like the punctuation. you either proofread this one, or you did a fine job without proofreading. a sinner? for real? what are your sins, besides sometimes letting type-os get by ya? of course you and most/many other poets capitalize the first word of each line. i do not usually do this, but i do not disapprove; i'm just making an observation. and again, i find i have been trapped in what is sometimes a mistake: assuming that the narrator of the poem is actually also the poet her/himself. perhaps you, like me, are not really a sinner? ? ? and this is not about YOU? thanks for sharing. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A reflection gazed back! Nice work.